[Hook]
Woah, huh, run up them racks
Can't fumble the sack, no, huh
I got to get it, I’m running them digits
Lil’ bitches can play with that check, no
I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business
Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis
Lil’ bitch I get bread every minute woah

[Verse 1]
Louie belt holdin’ my britches
Pleasant, she checkin’ my business, yeah, yeah
Playin’ ‘em round like a dentist
Don’t get around until I’m finished, yeah, yeah
We used to trap in them Civics
Servin’ them jays and I’m spendin’
Now we pull up in them Benzes
Foreigns and shit, it’s expensive
See RetcH done did it, whoa
Made a plate down a metal bar
For a half of John, n***a count it up
Foreign thotty yeah she bad as fuck
I won’t fuck her ‘cause she bad as fuck
Brand new pussy, I can't pass it up
Purple drink, no, I can’t pass it up
I got back to expeditions, with no expectations
In the situations, yeah
I would like some fornication, how that be for conversation
I can't fuck her cause she basic, I might fuck her make her famous
I be stylin’ in the latest
Louie, Fendi, Ferragamo
Diamond gavel on the poncho
[?]
On point wherever I go
Shooter with me - he gonna follow, yeah, yeah
If you don’t play with that heat
Doggy don't play in these streets, yeah, yeah
We don’t do well with defeat
N***a we playin’ for keeps, gang, gang
I had to turn to a beast
Locked in the “stu” for some weeks
Hammer was right in my reach
Bitch, you was all on my phone
But I’m on a roll like its beef, no, whoa, whoa, ha
[Hook]
Woah, huh, run up them racks
Can't fumble the sack, no, huh
I got to get it, I’m running them digits
Lil’ bitches can play with that check, no
I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business
Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis
Lil’ bitch I get bread - admit it - woah

[Verse 2]
Young n***a play with them racks
I got them racks it’s a fact, yeah, yeah
I got some [?]
Some lil’ thots in the back, yeah yeah
If you run off with that pack
Just know you cannot come back, yeah, yeah
I’m sippin’ red in the back
My lil’ bitch, she a brat, whoa, whoa
How he got dough for that liberty bitch
Man I swear I won’t fuck her again
I told her come over, she told me
She just wanna watch while I fuck on her friend
I fucked up and poured up this drink
In a 32 ounce and I swear it won’t end
Can’t be no baller If you don’t do right for your family
[?]
Swear she so better than this time I fuck her
I’m gonna fuck her and never again
I fly across the worldand them people they see me
They love me, they takin’ my pic
These bitches is open, they just like a magazine
Browsing and takin my pick
I told them we all could be rollin'’ in millions
If n***a just stick to the script, huh
[Hook]
Woah, huh, run up them racks
Can't fumble the set, no, huh
I got to get it, I’m running them digits
Lil’ bitches can play with that check, no
I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business
Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis
Lil’ bitch I get bread - admit it - woah